If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think ur kewl,' I'm going to kill you.

He touched her cheek. It was colder than the floor had been. “You could give me the past,” he said a little sadly. “But Alec is my future.

Respectable Shadowhunters are not supposed to bring my sort home to meet Mom and Dad. I have a past. I have several pasts. Besides, good Shadowhunter boys aren’t meant to bring home boyfriends at all.

Can we see the glowing fissure in your chest?” Simon asked.“Simon, it’s rude to bring up glowing fissures in other people’s chests,” said Clary. “What do you think they want with the Book of the White, Magnus?”Magnus turned to look at Alec. “So, you told them everything? Did you say the S-word? The R-word?”Alec rolled his eyes. “If you’re asking if I told them about Shinyun and Ragnor, I did.

Take my hands,” Alec said. “And take my strength too. Whatever of it you can use to— to keep yourself going.

He had been through a hundred heartbreaks, but he found himself afraid when he thought of Alexander Lightwood breaking his heart. He did not know how this boy with the messy black hair and the worried blue eyes, with his steady hands and rare sweet smile that was less rare in Magnus's presence, had acquired such power over him.

Alec Lightwood amó tanto a un hombre que cambió el mundo por el

It was as though each of them had discovered something unexpected but infinitely desirable. They were not yet sure of each other, but they wanted to be.

The posters bore the words WITH THE PASSING YEARS COMES...IMPOTENCE! Magnus found himself staring at the posters with a sort of absent horror. He looked at Alec and found that Alec could not tear his eyes away either. He wondered if Alec was aware that Magnus was three hundred years old and whether Alec was considering exactly how impotent one might become after that much time.